An Extra’s POV

[Day of The Dungeon Conquest]

[Location: West of the City, Entrance Of The Grand Calamity Class Dungeon]

"YEAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The evening was bursting with life was every Adventurer in the area roared with incredible vigor.

Thousands upon thousands of Adventurers could be seen, all in their respective gear, as they roared with both exhilaration and determination.

The time had finally come—the climax that had been building up for the past few days.

Everyone's face, the ones that weren't hidden underneath helmets, masks, or hoods, depicted excitement.

Many had greedy looks in their eyes. Some appeared scared, while others just slightly unnerved.

Some Adventurers knew they were not qualified to enter the Dungeon, but held onto the hope that as long as the top-class Adventurers were present, they could just leech off them and enjoy whatever leftovers they could get.

They were especially glad to see that the Heroic Rank Adventurers were standing right in front of everyone—leading the march to collective prosperity.

The Scavengers were also present, though they preferred to stay at the rear.

Their approach was to wait and see just what kind of reward they could benefit once everyone had gotten their full or became complacent.

It astronomically reduced the risk on their end, and as long as they held out for long enough, they could gain a lot of spoils—all without hardly lifting a finger.

Just as Guildmaster Richard estimated, the number of Adventurers in the vast western desert was almost ten thousand.

A total 9,870 Adventurers were present for the Conquest—nearly twice the number that showed up during the last one of such a kind that took place three hundred years ago.

Not only did they have more members, but the number of Heroic Rank Adventurers was also astronomically higher.

in all, they had surpassed their

was their duty to see this though to the very end and

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didn't listen and get their face masks…" Sherlock

he

one brought

be confident of their tolerance level. I mean, look at us." Richard smiled

stronger, obviously." Britta

drifting in the air, so there was really no chance for them to be

the load they carried. Not only that, but they had Mana Potions of all kinds so they could treat Miasma Poisoning if it ever happened

given the limited amount they carried, it was doubtful that they would

suppose this is a good opportunity for peddlers to make some money." Sherlock shrugged. "I even saw

if it was a large scale operation like a Raid or

the difficulty of the Dungeon, and the desperation of the Adventurers inside, their rates could go from

but to buy those items—whether it be Potions

risk their lives by entering dangerous Dungeons… just to make

those behind us. It should be the opposite, don't

Guildmaster's words echoed amongst the strong, everyone cast their gaze on the man

like a traveling businessman,

remained quiet

Until now.

but… I do know one thing." Jet glanced left and right, ensuring his eyes

at the

If we don't focus on the task at hand, we could be the ones

grim tone attached to them as he spoke

Adventurers dying in Dungeons, just as there were circumstances

or weak,

of the strong was something that had to be cut off as soon as one

there were unknown creatures that lurked

not comprehend them, just as they could not understand the nature